So the other day, Octavian, Alanna, Phillip and Myself went down to the end if the Grand Canal Docks, Octavian is doing some painting on a ruins of a cottage down there. while he was painting the burnt rafters pink, some guy smoking a joint hopped up onto the walls of the cottage, to see what we were doing, when he had us sussed, he moved on. later we found lots of empty bags of high quality compost, when philip looked into one of the nearby buildings through a craic, we could see a reflective finish on the walls, i wonder whether the guy and the seemingly suspicious horticultural endeavors were connected, or maybe we were thinking into it all a bit too much.

 After the guys had gone, Octo and Myself went over to this boat, the only way onto it is by hanging upside down on the mooring ropes and shimmying across. I nearly shat my pants. Not really, but it was pretty daunting, not outweighed by the excitement however! The rope was pretty taught on the way over, but got quite slack while i was going back, which was somewhat unsettling.